CHAP ONE
Lots, wagons, WATERFALLS of Out Of Character are coming.
Forgive me for any grammar blood shed I might have caused, because that's not my language.
The beginning is set somewhere after Skypea.
Lemons. Right off the bat.
Muahahahah!
Let the match begin!
«Zoro, you moron, you came all over my shirt!» snapped Nami angrily, holding up her large sleeping t-shirt with two fingers to separate it from her skin.
Zoro grunted, not particularly concerned about her shirt. «Why do you even have that on...» he muttered.
«Because it's cold up here, idiot» she replied. «How am I supposed to wash this? I'll have to throw it into the sea» she said.
Zoro lowered on her and he pushed her to lay down on the floor of the crows nest, until his nose was pressing against her cheek, then he opened mouth over hers and slowly broke in between her lips with his tongue.
«Shut up» he said, and it was barely comprehensible because his tongue was still stuck deep in her mouth. She let out a low grunt to express her irritation, even thought she was answering to the kiss.
His hands roamed on her belly, under the soon-to-be-thrown-in-to-the-sea shirt and on her soft breasts.
When they parted saliva was still connecting their mouths. He sank his face in the crotch of her neck, taking in a deep breath, smelling the sweat, hormones and his own seed on her skin. Despite what one could think, it was pretty good.
He licked her neck while his hand ran down her chest and belly and started fingering her.
She grabbed the back of his head and moaned. He noticed that her grip was not as firm as before. Rubbing his nose on her throat and then her chin he rose his head until he could meet eye with her. «Wanna wrap things up for tonight?»
She wrapped her legs around him. «Oh, my, my, you tired already?»
«I was trying to be nice, for a change.»
«You're not fooling anyone» she replied.
He shook his head in resignation, leaning his forehead on her chin and speeding up his finger work. Her grip on his hair tightened.
He kept going for few minutes, trying to gain himself enough time to get horny all over again, after coming so many times already. Finally he felt a new hard on on its way, and he rose on his knees.
«Ok then, let's go for round... ehm... round five, maybe? Ah, who cares. Let's do the ninety degrees now.»
She put on a fake pout, both because he had taken back his hand and because of what he said. «Why ninetyyy?» she said in a childish, complaining voice, clearly teasing him.
«Stop whining, woman!» he growled.
She smirked. «If you want me down on all fours do that yourself» she said, crossing her arms before her. He arched an eyebrow.
«Ah, you still willing to go for the rough manner at this hour? Really, sometimes I almost feel like I underestimate you» he said, grabbing her abruptly by the waist and turning her around in his arms.
She landed on her knees with the inhaling noise you make when you're caught between your breaths and you don't have time to let out a single sound.
She barely had the time to stabilize herself by putting her hands ahead, before he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to make her turn to him.
«Here, happy?» he said.
She was too horny in anticipation to answer, apparently. Her half-lidded eyes were languid and her mouth was slightly opened, letting out her wet breath. A thin thread of saliva was running down the corner of her lips down until the edge of her chin.
He smirked and started entering her, slowly, just to enjoy the change in her face. She frowned slightly and clutched her teeth, letting out a soft moan.
The whole thing was, of course, specifically designed to turn him on even more. He snorted in annoyance.
That bitch, she was doing it on purpose to send him over the edge. He suddenly grabbed her by the hips and thrust all the way into her, pretty violently. The moan she let out this time was high-pitched and heartfelt.
«Will you ever stop being suck a bitch?» he said huskily, starting to thrust her at full speed.
She had to grab the upper edge of the wooden wall of the crows nest before her to keep up, because it was hard to hold on when she was so tired and Zoro was being so rough.
Zoro was pretty sure that if she kept crying out like that someone was going to hear, but he was too busy holding in his own voice to worry about that.
When she started to feel her orgasm building up inside her again she started loosing her grip, but somehow managed to stay up by her self instead of collapsing on the wooden ground.
«Zo-zoro... » she groaned, leaning her forehead on the wall, not even able to keep up her head anymore. «I'm... about to...»
He was pretty close himself. He sped up.
«Shit, I'm coming too...» he said, almost cursing.
Nami came with a loud cry, and afterward she finally almost collapsed on the floor. He grabbed her by the stomach and held her up against the wall.
«Oi, oi, don't you collapse on me now!» he growled. He was so close, so close...
A sudden blow in his right side made his whole body twitch in pain, and he felt himself being sent sliding on the floor for various meters.
Zoro opened his eyes wide open while holding instinctively his side, searching for the one who hit him with such force.
Sanji was standing next to the railing where Zoro had been napping until then, his right leg still bent after the kick.
Zoro sit on the wooden floor and glared ad the cook with murderous eyes. «What the fuck was that for, shitty bastard!» he snapped, furious.
Sanji didn't answer, and he turned to the staircase to the upper deck. Luffy with Chopper clinging to his back and Usopp appeared from the stairs in that very moment.
«Lunch is almost ready, bastards!» he called out to them. Luffy threw his arms in the air happily. «Yo! It better be meat!»
As soon as they were gone into the kitchen, Sanji returned serious and looked down at the swordsman, still sitting on the floor massaging his side with a grumpy expression.
«You better thank me, moron» he said, puffing out a cloud of thin smoke.
«Unless you wanted to be seen by the whole crew while panting and moaning in your sleep like a mating dog, not to mention that suspicious tent in your pants» added the cook, pointing the aforesaid bulge with his cigarette.
Zoro grunted and nonchalantly bent over to hide it, just in case someone else was coming. «You know, you're not supposed to make someone spit his own guts, even when you do him a favor» he muttered.
«You're just touchy because I made you skip the climax of your erotic dream. Now move your ass, because lunch is almost ready. Don't take too long in the bathroom» he said, throwing the cigarette over the railing and walking away.
Zoro stood, swearing under his breath, and went to the bathroom. It sure would not take too long, he was at his limit even in reality.
While taking care of his business in the empty tub, his mind kept working diligently. What the hell was this all about? Can't people even nap in peace anymore, without any slutty Nami appearing out of nowhere?
It's not that it was unpleasant but...
Truth is, she hadn't really appeared out of the blue. Now that he though about it he had been thinking about Nami more and more lately.
And with "think" he actually meant picture her doing the weirdest things to him.
Like when he spaced off staring at her lick the ice cream cup at lunch, or busy with cleaning her clima tact.
But to dream of her getting down to doggy style... A sudden flashback of Nami's horny face in his dream blitzed his brain, and he came in the tub.
He sighed. Maybe he should ask her to have sex with him. But he changed his mind shortly after. That girl was made up of a 70% of evil, and the rest was all in her breasts and ass. She was surely going to say "no" out of sheer spite.
They were fighting all the time, after all.
He stood, cleaned up and went to the kitchen, were everybody already was.
There was quite a ruckus in there.
Luffy's screams were filling up the room while Nami beat the shit out of him, probably after he had been enough of a fool to try and steal from her plate.
Zoro felt a sting of compassion toward his captain. He knew quite well how much Nami's fists hurt.
No matter what, she would always be the only one capable of knocking out Luffy with a simple beating despite his rubber nature.
«Nam-argh!... I won't do that anymore! Stop!» he said trying to grab her wrist. His voice was high and thin, as if he was forcing it out of his throat despite being out of breath.
He managed to block one of her hands, but that only made her switch to kicks. She made him crumble down on the floor.
«I had warned you, Luffy. Didn't I?» she said in a low voice, hard and cold like iron.
It could have looked like a scene of a mafia movie, if it wasn't for the fact that she was pinning him down on the floor by pressing her foot on his crotch. That made it look more like a scene out of one of those S&M movies.
He struggled to rise up on his feet so that he could defend himself better, and almost managed it.
«Yeah! Yeah! Totally! I'm sorry! Now stop kicking me ther... dyaargh!» he cried out and fell down again on his knees holding his crotch with two hands.
Chopper jumped on his feet while standing on the bench. «Nami! I know he's rubber, but just go easy on him, will ya!?» he reproached her while she was going back at her seat.
«If this isn't luck, huh, Captain? You're rubber, those kicks aren't going to leave any kind of permanent damage» said Robin calmly while eating her steak.
«Yeah, but I don't think he's worried about the permanent damage right now» said Usopp with a pitiful expression, staring at Luffy. He was gaping on the floor, the eyes blank and distant as if he was in some other dimension.
«So what? Who cares if Luffy's dick falls off, he doesn't use it anyway» said Sanji.
«How do you even know that, insensible bastard!» replied Luffy regaining some consciousness , in tears for the pain. «Shit... that hurt...» he exhaled then.
Zoro suddenly decided that it was way better for him if he focused on keeping his urges in check. Maybe they would magically disperse into thin air.
Of course they didn't. That night he suddenly woke up, aroused and out of breath. That dream was basically stalking him.
Luckily, it didn't look like he'd have to jerk off again. He had woken up in time.
To distract himself he stood and walked through the room full of snoring corpses, climbing up the ladder.
He wanted to go to the kitchen and see if he could find something strong to drink, before going out on the deck to get some fresh air.
But when he got to the kitchen he stopped on the door.
The lights were all on. Nami, sat on the bench between the wall and the table, was soundly sleeping with her face on some papers full of writings and drawings, the pen still loosely held in her right hand.
Zoro went to the counter, ignoring her, and he opened some closets looking for something to drink. He finally found a bottle of tequila, still sealed. He opened it with his teeth and took a sip.
Then he walked slowly to Nami, and he roughly shook her by the shoulder. «Oi, don't go drooling all over the kitchen table.» Yeah, save that for my dick, said the part of his mind that was still lingering over his dream.
Nami woke up right away, barely able to open her sleepy eyes. She rubbed them, groaning in annoyance. «Don't you know any gentler way to wake up someone?» she complained sluggishly.
«I do, but you were in the wrong position for that.»
She peeked at him through her fingers, still rubbing her eyes. «Ah, someone here just woke up after having some naughty dreams, I bet» she said.
He arched his eyebrows. Just how many times his erotic dreams had to be figured out today? «You must be some kind of expert in the field, to get that at first glance» he pointed out. She yawned casually.
«Nah... it's just that your simplistic mind is completely unrolled before my eyes to read.»
He sighed and pretended he hadn't heard that, in the name of peaceful coexistence. «What are you doing here? You have a table in your room, don't you?»
«Didn't want to wake up Robin with the light» explained Nami.
«And what's that? Aren't you supposed to draw maps only?»
She looked up at him perplexed. «What's with the interrogation?»
He shrugged and drank from the bottle. «I was just writing down the geography of Skypea in the details, as I did for every other island we've been in. This shit is going to sell good if I ever manage to put it all together in a book. You know those rectangular, white things you open up and read.»
She stood and started collecting all of the papers and pens together on the table.
«Well, I guess that does it for tonight, anyway» she concluded, turning around to get out of there and go to bed. Unfortunately, she found that Zoro was standing right before her, blocking her way out from behind the table.
«Zoro, you know, you're not that tiny that I can walk around you if you stay in the way like that.»
He took another sip then looked down at her blankly.
«Oh, I am in the way?»
«Yup, right in the middle» she confirmed.
«And what do you suggest I do?»
«Just moving aside a little bit might wor... Ouch!»
He had suddenly pushed her backward, and she had ended up falling on the bench on her butt. He put the half empty bottle on the table and lifted his knee to lean on the bench next to Nami, then he started moving forward, forcing her to move backward until she was almost laying on the bench.
She looked at him with clinical eyes, as if searching something.
«Could it be... your dream was about me?» she said hesitantly, the barely visible foreshadow of an amused grin on the corners of her mouth.
He really wanted to shove his tongue deep into that wicked mouth of her so that she would shut up, just like he did in his dream.
«You must be kidding. That would be a nightmare, not an erotic dream» he answered without the slightest hesitation. She just kept staring at him with that half grin, ready to come out and mock him.
There was a short pause in which Zoro considered all of his option. At this point there wasn't much to do.
«But I think you should give it to me nonetheless.»
Another pause, longer. Those foreshadows on the corners of her mouth slowly blossomed in a real demon-like smirk. And it was the evilest thing Zoro had ever laid his eyes on.
He started cursing in his mind, careful not to forget about any saint or god he had heard of in his life.
He had been reckless. That demon had confused him with her innocent, defenseless sleep. Now he could almost see sharp fangs growing out of her teeth.
She had trapped him.
«Oh, my, my.» Even her voice sounded evil but oh, so fucking hot. «What am I hearing? Indecent proposal?»
He rolled his eyes. «Shut it, Nami.»
«Shut it, you say...» she said in a dramatic tone, turning her eyes away from him. «How am I supposed to let a brute like you pop my cherry without a word?»
«Out of curiosity, woman, how many freaking cherries did you have when you were born?» he protested, annoyed.
She chuckled. «That's mean!» She nonchalantly brought up her hand to her collar bone and fixed the straps of her top tank. «Mmh, tell me, what was I doing in your dream?»
«Weren't you listening? It wasn't about you» he said again.
«Oh, ok. About who, then?»
«Dunno. Some bitch who would just keep complaining about my cum on her shirt and me banging her doggy style.»
«Woah, that's some picky girl you dream about» she grinned.
«You have no idea. So you give it to me or not?»
«That's a difficult question. How much do you have?» she asked candidly.
«Haa?» he couldn't help but say, dumbfounded.
«Just kidding!» she laughed, just before shoving her knee in his stomach hard enough to shake him off and make him sit on the bench.
The door opened bare milliseconds after and Chopper appeared, hardly reaching the handle even on tiptoes.
«Hey, Nami. I saw the light through the keyhole and I though someone forgot to turn it off» he said. «What are you two doing here at this hour?»
«Drinking.»
«Going to bed» said Nami, gathering everything in her hands and heading for the door.
Chopper rubbed his sleepy eyes and nodded. «Don't stay awake for too long, it's not good» he said.
When Nami got back to the women quarters, she found Robin sitting on the bed, awake and reading. «Ah, Navigator-san. Where where you?»
«In the kitchen, writing. I though I would wake you up.»
She smiled. «You don't have to worry about me» she said. Nami walked to her desk and put down all her papers and pens, while Robin was staring at her.
«Something happened, Miss Navigator?»
«No, not really. Why?»
«Your smile is quite scary.»
Nami turned around to face her. «What are you talking about? This is my usual smile» she said, but it really could not be taken seriously, because she had this devilish smile on her face that just wouldn't go away.
Robin looked at the navigator with wide, perplexed eyes, then seemed to decide it was better not to know anymore than that. She shrugged and went back to read. «If you say so...»
When Zoro went back to bed he hadn't found the peace he was hoping for when he got up. He was really pissed off. He could see it already, she was going to give him some hard times.
He closed his eyes but immediately started fantasizing about Nami saying "oh, my, my" with that evil voice of her. How could one be that hot without even doing nothing but stomping on other people's dignity?
He clutched his teeth.
It's not like she was his only option. He could find someone pretty easily on most of the islands they docked in, as he had done up until now.
The stars alone knew why he had to pick that woman to mess with.
But there was no harm in trying. Luckily he could count on the fact that Nami would not take this too seriously, and if it went wrong, well, friends like before.
But he couldn't help but sigh at the thought of her torturing him now that she knew he thought about her lke that. She got you, mate, he thought to himself. For the balls, that is.
It was a match he had got himself into even when he didn't want to play at all, knowing he wouldn't last long, no matter how hard he tried. he wasn't half good with tricks and games, he was a practical man, damn it.
But if she was going to give him hard times, he would at least try not to fall for her twisted game. He knew he would have what he wanted in the end, somehow.
The real question was how long was Nami planning to have fun with him before that, and how exhausting this was going to be.
Ok, I'm pretty sure I messed up something... the ninety degrees thing, for instance. Does it even exist in english? I couldn't find anything on the internet so I just translated it literally from my language. Maybe you're laughing your ass off since when you read that line, but hey, everybody makes mistakes.
I took this off some time ago, because I don't like leaving stuff hangin like that and I wasnt sure to finish it, also I was going away for two months and I would most likely forget about it when I was back. But I unexpectedly remembered it. After I started watching One Piece again and mostly because after 10 thousands years I finally logged in FanFiction again and found this mail asking why I had removed it, when it was actually cool.
Thank you! *.*
I changed the title, though.
Last thing: I'm not planning to drag Zoro's sufferance for long. Third chap at the very last :)
